Heath

Running high kneed through the heath at Hampstead clears my head

The tall straw like grass brushes against my damp calves in the breeze as I run past with steady rhythm

Power through the undergrowth and up to gold summer clearing

“what a view”

Palms sweaty and heart about to burst

I sink to the floor , head spinning , chest rising

The soft grass grounding me in the here and now

My pounding head struggles to lift

Gasping deeplyI stick to the floor,

Beads of sweat cool my skin

The warm golden grass embraces

The blue sky clears my head

I run for that feeling